7 July 2014

The SNP's commercial travellers...

A bad man came to my office. *sniffle* He's a politician. We have different views on the burning constitutional issue of the day. He is a true believer, I have my doubts. He remonstrated with me, tried to persuade me that my fears are misplaced and my anxieties mistaken. He underscored the importance of our industry for the country - emphasised what he saw as the opportunities of independence as well as the risks - lobbied, canvassed my concerns, tried to answer my questions. I remained unpersuaded. I found myself gripped by new anxieties. The bad man's party remains in political office, and will do so until at least 2016. Their rule may go on and on for some time beyond that.

If I make my view public, wont I be biffing the ruling party's fundamental political aspirations squarely in the snotterbox? Oh dear. But once the present constitutional debate is passed, we might need the help and good will of the bad man and his fellow travellers to harry the chancellor on tax hikes for our business, or to press our case in parliament about the inefficiencies of the regulatory set up. Won't I have made an enemy and find my cries for help falling on deaf ears? If I had the chance, wouldn't I wreak vengeance against those who had spurned and embattled me? The bad man trundled out of my office, a threatening vision in heavy gauge tweed, his bright Yes badge cutting through me like a shard of ice. I sat in the darkness and thought about the great oppressive fastness of St Andrew's House. I trembled.

There is a ridiculous jury rigged story in today's papers, suggesting that business are coming under "direct pressure" from the Scottish Government to keep their gobs shut about independence. Unionist hacks have for months been pushing the - fantastical and disturbing - innuendo that the tyrannical Scottish Government, incipient totalitarians to a man, have been "silencing" critics and stoking a culture of fear and recrimination against those with doubts about independence. Today's reports have a carnival atmosphere. The Telegraphand the Expresscan barely contain their glee as they brandish what they clearly
conceive of as the "smoking gun", substantiating their long-standing
fantasies of victimhood.

Because business anxieties about the implications of "separation" is the one thing we never hear in this debate. Anyone promoting a pro-union message has to claw and tear their way into the media to be heard. The airwar is characterised by the brutal domination of independence-inclined messaging and news agendas. Thuggee separatist columnists have annexed comment pages, marginalising douce no-voting writers. The chief censor in Bute House ensured that the interventions of President Obama, and the voiceless J K Rowling, were muted and went unreported in the media. All reporting in this country is reduced to an echo-chamber of bland SNP press releases and proto-fascist imagery of wholesome, apple-cheeked children, shoogling saltires. Or. Um. Precisely not that.

Your nostrils can't help twitching at the scent of burning martyr diffusing through this. All of today's reports draw on comments made by Gavin Hewitt, a former chief executive of the Scotch Whisky
Association, who told Channel 4 Despatches that "he or senior members of his staff
had met Angus Robertson, the SNP’s Westminster leader and campaign
director for the referendum, on at least six occasions over the past two
years." Given the importance of the whisky industry for Scotland, and the extent to which its interests fall within reserved areas which concern the SNP Westminster leader, six meetings in twenty four months hardly seems extravagant. And what canny pro-independence politician would not try to persuade pivotal figures in pivotal national industries of their view?

You might as well argue that the activists out chapping doors are applying illegitimate "direct pressure" on voters to support their cause. Lobbying is not "intimidation" and it is a cheap spinner's trick to pretend otherwise. But what about the meat of the story - the allegation that Angus Robertson and the other SNP commercial travellers made "retribution threats" to businesses making negative comments about independence in public? What precisely were the contents of these "threats"? This is the critical question, but if today's coverage is anything to go by, the fretful businesses can't recall and do not allege any specific menaces they were subjected to. All they've got is anxiety, innuendo, and a hostile interpretation of entirely reasonable behaviour by Nationalist politicians. At its highest, the former head of the Scottish Whisky Association claims that:

“There
was a genuine fear that in fact if we were seen to scupper, by coming
out publicly against independence, there would be retribution down the
track.”

So that's it? No specific threats, but just a sincerely held concern that you might imperil your business's future interests by irritating the SNP government of the day? Just as, for example, a company might worry about the implications of denting the UK government's political aspirations by coming out strongly against one of their policies? As smoking guns go, the unionist press must have hoped for something sootier. Do we endorse the principle of guilt by projection now? If I sincerely entertain a fear that you're going to pinch my car, however baselessly, are you somehow responsible for my bad nerves?

There is a world of difference between (1) the allegation that politicians have made specific threats of
retribution to business down the line is you dissent from their views, and (2) general industry
anxieties about the potential implications of pissing off the powers that be. The first would -
rightly - be regarded as an outrageous exercise in political pressure, the latter is
just good, cautious business sense. In their coverage, the Telegraph and others shamelessly conflate the one with the other, chopping up Hewitt's comments to smear the bad man of the piece - Angus Robertson - as the SNP's bullying factotum in chief.

On the basis of today's reports, there is no
evidence whatever that Angus Robertson, or any of the SNP ministerial
team fingered here, have made any "retribution threats" . And why
would they? What media-savvy political operator, lobbying for their
position with a potentially hostile industry, would resort to threats
and menaces, knowing that all the corporate heid neep need do is pick up
the phone to the Scotsman to tell the world? To suggest that this amounts to "implicit threats" is to convict the Scottish Government of being in office while holding a view some businesses disagree with. Elements of the No campaign seem disturbingly determined to see themselves as victims of oppression in this campaign. Today's hysterical story, and its manipulative reporting, shows just how far this ridiculous fantasy now extends.

It took me while to follow your article and realise you had not jumped ship, admittedly I was dealingwith a child with Additional Support Needs who had previously run away from his day camp holiday provision, and was intermittently screaming hysterically about wasps (flies) and throwing things [bad day!!!].I think in all this what stands out is my concern that I refuted the same kind of arguments with a group of graduands yesterday, one in politics no less, who believed the tosh. A logical examination of the fact - well whisky can only be made in Scotland and no whisky company is going to upsticks and move to the Wirral, and any future independent government will keep them sweet to a point that things function. Likewise the time and money that big energy companies have invested in Grangemouth and Aberdeen mean that they are unlikely to take on the capital expenses of setting up in Norfolk (or whereever), especially not with corporate tax initiatives to underpin a relationship in the interests of both.

Sadly this is not being shared in the mainstream press, except randomly. It takes digging to find out the information that supports an Independent Scotland from a social justice and economic point of view.

My mother is a BTog Campaigner (just had her on the phone...sigh...) who is firm in the belief that business will withdraw in the event of Yes, that we cannot hold onto the pound, that a Labour government could not have voted for and would overturn Benefits Cuts that would impact on her grandson with Additional Support Needs' future wellbeing (and mine), and assured me that Gordon Brown is correct in saying Scotland takes more out of the Union by far than it contributes and we are all elderly benefits recipients.

My mother is convinced that the Sectarian vote is such that all Catholics are Labour supporters and will Vote for the Union and that most Protestants are SNP supporters who are Nationalists and Scottish Nationalism is a political cognate of the Fascism of Franco, Mussolini, Hitler and Mosley.

While she is a lost cause - I have tried, I am conerned that there are those undecided who resist change by default and not so much not motivated to investigate the real issues fully, but trusting of and not motivated sufficiently (to know) to hunt beyond the mainstream media plate put in front of them.

'. . .And it is now that our two paths cross.Both simultaneously recognise his Anti-type: that I am an Arcadian, that he is a Utopian.He notes, with contempt, my Aquarian belly: I note, with alarm, his Scorpion's mouth.He would like to see me cleaning latrines: I would like to see him removed to some other planet.Neither speaks. What experience could we possibly share?. . .'

Hi now if I have been threatened with retribution "somewhere down the line" would I not have shut up and said nothing IF I WAS REALLY AFRAID? or would I scream from the rooftops and produce some proof of these "threats" seems another twist in the knickers of somebody somewhere making up stories.

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“... the erudite and loquacious Peat Worrier who never knowingly avoids a prolix circumlocution.” ~Love and Garbage

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Definition: "to worry peat" v.

"Peat worrying" is the little known or understood process for the extraction of cultural peat, practised primarily in the Lowlands of Scotland by aspirant urban rustics. Primary implements by means of which successful "worrying" is achieved include the traditional oxter-flaughter but also the sharp-edged kailyard and the innovative skirlie stramasher.